Cecil Simpsons Novels & Stories

A hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes before he averted his gaze, and my attention also shifted to the ring, where the next match was announced as soon as some guards helped Conrad out of the ring. "The next match…Cecil.” The crowd suddenly fell silent and then erupted in an even louder cheer, with some raising banners of the name 'Cecil.' It was a tall and slightly muscular man with shoulder-length hair. Among all the male warriors who had fought, he could be considered the best-looking man. I could see some women swooning at the sight of him, making me shake my head. “Cecil is the only son of the fifth Elder; he's strong,” Mylla explained, and I nodded.

Just in case that girl will also attack him first like the previous girls. Cecil stared at the figure, when he realized that no one was watching him anymore. He rolled his eyes lazily, then looked at the figure in front of him. “I'm Cecil, never mind. Teach me the knowledge you know, so that I can immediately take my revenge! Do you understand?”